Word: taxicabs
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When Will Rogers, the funny man, departed on a great liner to tour Europe, the press took note of his sailing. His arrival, also, was duly recorded. Then a series of excited despatches informed the public whom he met and where he dined; a witticism dropped in a taxicab to an Associated Press reporter was cabled to all the English-speaking world; last week the wires crepitated with the announcement that he had started for Poland to be rude to Marshal Pilsudski. And suddenly a full page advertisement in the leading papers throughout the U. S. heralded the LETTERS...
...ride. Mrs. McCormick, the only passenger, traveled with a full train crew. She tipped the Pullman conductor $50, the porter $30, a passenger agent $50. And that was all there was to that, except that a lone lady seldom hires a special train, as she would a taxicab, and the newspapers simply had to tell about it. There must be some mysterious attraction in Chicago to necessitate such a gesture. No, said the McCormicks, there was nothing mysterious at all; no illness, marriage, divorce, or other sensation. It was a private matter. Of course the newspapers found...
...trained ethnologist, addresses it to any prospective guest whose name, dress, manners or lineaments might indicate that he is a Jew. U. S. Jews, many of them wealthy, finely educated, have heard this question, turned away from the desk, and had the bellboy carry their bags back to the taxicab...
...time since the Phantom of the Opera was unmasked. As Chico, a handsome, Apache-like figure, turned atheist after burning candles and praying without avail to St. Antoine for a job as street washer, a golden-haired wife and enough money to make "le grand four" in a Parisian taxicab, Mr. Louis D' Arclay is the dominating and driving force of action. His remarkable facility of facial and bodily expression, are the embodiment of all American traditions for the Apache underworld of Paris. Mr. John W. Ransome as Boul, short for boulevard, nearly lost himself in enthusiasm for his part...
...Manhattan, Alexander Stock, concert pianist and accompanist for Metropolitan Opera singers, was riding in a Yellow Taxicab ("COURTESY ? HEATED ? LOWEST RATE" ). The cab swung round a corner with a strain that jerked open a faulty door. Pianist Stock, anxious to save trouble for the blue-jowled and beetling driver, reached forward to close the door. The driver did not turn round. He knew by instinct that his door was open. It always opened when he turned a corner. Without a glance, he flung back his arm, caught the door, and savagely slammed it shut on the little finger...